The Pen of Farooq
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Just a soul with a pen, writing what hearts feel but lips can't say. I write truth, pain, healing, and the moments in between. Through every word, I hope to echo something real. Welcome to the world of The Pen of Farooq.
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Five Bad Habits That Almost Ruined My Life
5 Bad Habits That Almost Ruined My Life (But Taught Me the Most) We all have bad habits. Some are innocent little quirks — biting nails, overspending once in a while — but others quietly creep into your soul, poison your peace, and sabotage everything from your relationships to your dreams.
By The Pen of Farooq 6 months ago in Confessions
Living with Anxiety: What I Wish People Understood About Me
I. The Face I Show, and the Storm Inside If you met me on the street, you'd probably think I’m doing okay. I smile. I make jokes. I go to work or school. I show up. But what you don’t see is what’s going on behind that smile — a mind running at full speed, always scared of something going wrong, even when everything seems fine.
By The Pen of Farooq 6 months ago in Confessions
I Woke Up at 5 AM for 30 Days — This Is What Changed in My Life
Day 1: The Struggle Was Real It all started with a YouTube video. A guy claimed waking up at 5 AM changed his life. I was curious — and honestly, a bit desperate for a change. My routine was chaotic. I used to wake up around 9 or 10 AM, check my phone, scroll Instagram, and then rush through the day. I always felt behind, tired, and unfocused.
By The Pen of Farooq 6 months ago in Longevity
He Said He Loved Me — But I Was Just His Backup Plan
🌧️ The Beginning: A Love That Felt Real We met online. He messaged first — polite, funny, kind. He made me laugh on bad days, called me beautiful even when I felt broken, and promised he'd stay, no matter what.
By The Pen of Farooq 6 months ago in Confessions
I Was Drowning in Doubt — Until I Learned to Swim with It
🌊 Introduction Some people tell you to kill your doubts. I say — learn to walk with them. For years, I believed that confidence was a destination. Something you arrive at. Something others already had while I was still fumbling in the dark. But the truth hit me the day I realized: it's not about eliminating fear, it's about choosing to move anyway.
By The Pen of Farooq 6 months ago in Motivation
Tea With a Stranger
Every morning at 9:00 sharp, she arrived. The small corner café on Linden Street knew her well. The baristas didn’t ask for her order anymore. A cup of Earl Grey with one sugar — always the same. She sat at the same table by the window, placed her worn brown purse on the right-hand chair, and stared outside like she was waiting for someone who might never come.
By The Pen of Farooq 6 months ago in Confessions
The Sparrow and the Silence
In a city where car horns screamed louder than thoughts, and footsteps echoed without purpose, silence had become a stranger. Streets buzzed, shops roared with music, and people buried themselves in phones, unaware of the world around them. Even the birds — once singers of morning joy — had stopped singing.
By The Pen of Farooq 6 months ago in Fiction
The Window That Never Closed
At the edge of a quiet village stood a weathered stone house with ivy crawling up its walls. It had a red door, crooked chimney, and one peculiar window on the third floor. No matter the season — rain, snow, or wind — the window never closed. Some said it was stuck. Others whispered that it chose not to. But no one really knew why.
By The Pen of Farooq 6 months ago in Fiction
The Dolphin and the Driftwood
The sun had barely risen when Delma, the young dolphin, leaped joyfully out of the turquoise sea. The ocean was her playground, her home, her everything. With each jump, she felt the rhythm of life flow through her. The salty breeze brushed against her smooth skin as she swam faster than the tide itself. She loved being in control, always choosing her direction, never tied to anything.
By The Pen of Farooq 6 months ago in Motivation
Whispers in the Rain
The rain fell gently on the cobbled path, each drop like a whisper from the sky. Emily pulled her woolen red cap tighter as she looked up, her eyes shimmering with curiosity. Beside her, Thomas reached out his hand, letting the raindrops collect on his palm. They weren’t bothered by the cold or the wet. To them, the rain was magic — a curtain that separated the real world from their secret one.
By The Pen of Farooq 6 months ago in Confessions
